This post is respectfully titled after the late, the great, Edith Beale Bouvier. Star of the hit 1975 documentary, Grey Gardens. Which just happens to be my latest obsession. So if you don’t like it – TOO BAD.
Today I ran 3.61 miles. Over the past 6 months, my body has made some exciting new additions to itself that make running 3.61 quite a daunting task. They say that the “body is a temple” and if this is the case mine has a new 3-car garage and a new set of chimney pipes. In case you’re wondering, this means a brand new budonk and let’s just say I’m no longer the active President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. This time last year, 3.61 miles would have felt like a warm up run for me but this is no longer the case. This morning, m’legs were screamin, m’arms were sore and m’lungs? H & P ‘in (huffing and puffing).
B and I are participating in Bloomsday (a 7.5 mile run in Spokane, WA) on Sunday, May 1. This gives me exactly 20 days to get into “shape” for Bloomsday. Now, I use the term “shape” loosely as I’m not planning on:
- Pounding a grip of pavement errday
- Busting out mountain-climbers in the living room while watching Real Housewives
What I can promise is simply:
This day fourth, I shall make an attempt to runneth atop a flat surface (treadmill or otherwise) at least 5 times per week. If I fail to complete this task, let the constable take me away for I am nothing but a common sausage wallet.
That was my attempt at medieval-talk. But I’m pretty sure constables are just english policemen. Sausage wallet is actually a renaissance term, meaning slut, whore or my favorite – hussy.
I leave you with this – me crossing the finish line at the Indian Summer 5K in Richland, WA…
Ok now let’s zoom in.